Maurice
We had just arrived at the cathedral, which meant Octavia would soon be here. I’d been itching to see her since morning, but of course—tradition had to get in the way. That ridiculous rule that a man must not lay eyes on his bride until she walks down the aisle.
Down the aisle…
Just imagining her coming toward me, radiant and breathtaking, made a smile tug at my lips. Octavia would be the most beautiful sight in this entire cathedral. Soon, she and I would be bound as one. Something I had craved for so long—
to be mated, to be loved.
Soon, it would finally be my reality.
I was so full of anticipation I felt like I could burst. Just wait, Octavia. Tonight, I’ll finally pour out everything I’ve been holding back. Every bit of love I’ve been fighting to give you… it will all be
